My Crazy Ogre

My Crazy Ogre desperately searched for a pencil sharpener that they liked to put on his head. It was an exciting activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Ogre, who feels it would be magnificent. Who would have thought, a pencil sharpener is the thing to opt for.

My Crazy Ogre wanted a stretchman that they liked to worship. It should have been an unusual operation, to me, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a stretchman is the thing to select.

My Crazy Ogre needed a bottle of beer that they would often smash. It might have been a fairly bizarre thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Ogre, who thinks it was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a bottle of beer being the chosen thing.

My Crazy Ogre looked for a rubber chicken that they would throw. It would have been a fairly funny suggestion, to most, but not to the Ogre, who expected that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a rubber chicken would be the chosen thing.

My Crazy Ogre carried a radiator that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a fairly different action, to everybody you know, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a radiator being the thing selected.

My Crazy Ogre desperately craved for a bat that they liked to put down their trousers. It was considered to be a fairly surprising action, to my dad, but not to the Ogre, who thought that the idea was simply life. Bizarrely, a bat was the item that was opted for.